Boyfriend just left to London.
I have 3 months in a hotel room (because Hamas uprooted us).
I miss a homey feeling, my own room, mom making me breakfast with so much love, Dad playing guitar and our little nature walks in the Kibbutz.
Nevertheless, a hotel room has its privileges. Hopefully not needing to cook/clean would allow the time to make art and figure out how to fund myself after those few months end, and heal as much as I can.
I'm determined to focus on what's most important to me.
